Daughter of the Game 2 (5 Star Publications Presents) (The Daughter of the Game Series) by KAI

Author:KAI
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: 5 Star Publications
Published: 2011-12-26T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

There is no way to tie up all these loose ends. The realization hit Armand as he lay across his bed, exhaustion overtaking his limbs. Days were just too long, nights were even longer. Nights were often never ending.

Dut wants blood. Armand needed to take a moment, to weigh out how to handle it. Out of respect for Chew, they couldn’t. We got to find another way to make that young gun pay penance.

Armand’s body ached, his head hurt. He needed some food, a shower and a nap. Then he would be back out, hitting the streets again. Getting himself prepared for the next round. It would have been nice to have pussy on the menu.

Charlotte. Her belly with the cute belly button piercing popped into his mind, but her belly bump made his stomach drop. He didn’t want to call her, but she better have some information for him. She better have an appointment set up. Have Andre pay the clinic directly; don’t put any money in her hands.

Armand sat up on the bed and placed his head in his hands. If he fell asleep, he might not get back up. He pushed himself off the bed, yanked off his holster and laid it on the bed. Armand unbuttoned his shirt and glanced at himself in the wall of windows along the closet. His eyes lingered at the tattoo, the silhouette of his mother, grandmother and sister. He traced it with his finger, again, his daily homage to a family that he no longer had.

His wife beater was sweaty, the jeans felt dirty from having been in them all day. Armand moved toward his kitchen. A nagging feeling lingered in the back of his mind. He was forgetting something. His mind went through the mental checklist as he reached for the box of frosted flakes and pulled the milk out of the refrigerator. I got to get together with the muscle and strategize how to handle this forum bullshit.

Armand took out a bowl and poured the cereal into it. The doorbell rang as he sloshed milk into the bowl.

Armand stood there, stupid faced.

It took a minute for him to slide back into his room and strap on his holster. Nobody rang his doorbell. Ever. He checked his phone. No messages, no missed calls. Anyone walking up on his spot was getting done. Period.

He pressed his back flat against the wall in his bedroom and assumed the Malcolm X stance, one gun in hand, the other peeping out the window. He studied the evening shadows and tried to locate something that didn’t seem right, to see if it was an ambush.

The doorbell rang again.

Armand’s heart raced. He didn’t want to bring this to his home. This place was his sanctuary. Shooting directly through the front door was too drastic; it could be a nosy neighbor, or some kid. He moved to the front door and again assumed the position. Using his finger to adjust the side curtain, he made out a short woman’s hourglass figure and long silky black curls.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.